Have I not once assured you, seals our bond!
Contarini.
True, yet I doubt. She loves seclusion:
And if I meet her in the shaded walk,
She shuns me with quick step. Or if we sail
By moonlight on the glassy sea—or join
The dance—or banquet in the palace hall—
She meets my salutation with a mien
Repulsive, cold, as if a guest she deemed me
Intrusive.